Ember Gun

  Chapter 324 Withered

  The direction of the story became more and more bizarre and blurred. The heavy and gloomy curtain imprisoned everyone's cognition and blocked all of this.

"Are you crazy?"

  047's voice sounded, he did not seem to have a specific form, nor was he the existence of that ghost.

   "On the contrary, I am very sensible, and it is precisely because of this reason that I made such a decision."

   Watson replied, and the power began to surge.

In the death battle between Lorenzo and Lawrence, Lorenzo broke through the critical value at the last moment, and the Demon Hunter became the source of erosion. Therefore, the closed door was opened, allowing Watson to find a way to escape. .

  Lorenzo’s worries became reality. Watson and 047 were not creations he had imagined, but similarly, these prisoners also escaped from his cage.

  But the expected destruction and disaster did not happen. No one knew what Watson wanted to do, nor did she understand what kind of power she had as the pseudo-Holy Grail.

   "You...were not so crazy before..."

  047's voice was hesitant and sad.

  In fact, he knew very well that he and 016 were both dead, but they came back to life after death. In a weird way, they were no longer themselves.

  "I just can recognize the world more clearly. This feeling is very interesting...It's like we were all ants once, but one day I got rid of that weak body and weak will.

  We have become more powerful creatures, and then think about it in the way of ants, don’t you think it’s ridiculous? "

There is no emotion in the words, in fact Watson does not have much emotion at all. This is a change, just like Lorenzo once described her, she is just a monster with the appearance and memory of 016 That's it, she used to be her, but now she is no longer her.

  016 is dead, dead in the night of the Holy Prophet. From a rational point of view, Watson at this moment is just a pseudo-Holy Grail that inherited all of this.

  She usually doesn't like to think about these things, so tracing back to her source will sometimes make her unable to tell who she is, so she has to let the command continue to echo in her mind and devote herself to it.

  047 is silent, there is no complete mutual recognition and understanding between people, let alone with another higher life.

  But he could feel that Watson was still maintaining a little humanity, and those humanity that made her sublime incomplete, maybe this is the reason, she is a pseudo-Holy Grail, not the real [Holy Grail].

  It was also these retained human natures that made 047, the surviving soul, decided to work with him to make those plans.

  ……

  It has been a few minutes since the battle started. In fact, this time can be regarded as short, but in this short time, the new pope has already wandered between life and death several times.

  Thinking hard, he tried to avoid the leakage of his own intelligence while responding to the angel's attack.

  This is really a bad day. There are so many guests who come here. The purpose of these guests is still unclear. I don't know if it is an enemy or an ally.

The angel’s attack became more and more rapid. The spiral threaded spikes pierced from the palm of the hand and slammed quickly. Each blow carried a huge force, which could easily split the rock, but as a demon hunter. People, the new pope can deal with it calmly, but the nail sword in his hand is a bit unsustainable.

   In the final analysis, this is just a mortal thing. Under high-intensity combat, the nail sword is already covered with tiny gaps and shallow cracks, as if it will be completely broken with another blow.

  "Are you hunted by them?"

  Lawrence, who had been silent for a long time, finally asked. At this moment, the corrosive pressure in the still temple is almost as suppressed as the deep sea. Under this power, the mortal body is collapsing.

  The new pope has been attacked by these angels more than once, so what is the reason for attacking him?

   Lawrence vaguely perceives the reason, but he is not sure of all this, and the new pope on the other side is also puzzled by Lawrence's words.

  The two oppose each other and are vigilant, constantly testing each other, and inferring the status quo from each other's words.

   "I don't know, but... it's probably related to my pursuit of [the truth]."

This time, the new pope did not hide it, and told him about these vague speculations. In fact, he did not know the specific reasons, but judging from the warnings of the old pope, the old pope must know something. He warned himself. If you continue to pursue it, you will usher in bad luck, but what the old pope did not expect is that the new pope has encountered angels more than once.

  These sacred angels are guarding the [truth] and killing all those who seek in vain.

  The old pope must also know something, but he kept silent about all this, even in the **** down the well.

   "So, are we seeing part of the [truth] at this moment?"

  The distorted body made such a question, and the voice was trembling and confused.

The new pope also had such a moment of hesitation. Suddenly, the angel changed its attacking posture. It fought with the new pope and fluttered its wings in an instant. Those sturdy silver-gray iron feathers popped out like flying knives, and quickly slid down. It was like a rain of arrows.

  It was shining with a grayish-white light on the surface, like a silver band of light circulating in the air, but this time it was not attacking the new pope, but Lawrence.

  The violent iron feathers fell in an instant, bombarding the stone pillars and the ground, splashing heavy smoke and dust, and each wing was like a long sword, cutting deeply into it.

  Lawrence panted heavily, half of his body was soaked in blood, this body was still too weak, it was so slow in his eyes.

  Iron Feather pierced Lawrence's shoulder and cut off one of his arms. The blood couldn't stop pouring out. Maybe it didn't take long for this body to lose blood and die.

Seeing this, the new pope laughed hideously. Obviously, the angel would not let anyone related to [the truth] go. Now Lawrence and the mysterious woman have also become its enemies, although it is not clear about these evils. What is going on inside the thing, but the new pope is not alone now at least.

  The heavy wings flapped, and the angel sprinted at low altitude. It also realized that Lawrence was weaker than the new pope, and listed him as the first to kill, as fast as thunder, and came to Lawrence in a flash.

  For a moment, Lawrence was a little lost. In fact, from the beginning of all this, his cognition was continuously destroyed and reorganized.

  He worked hard to obtain the sacred coffin, and finally saw the mysterious [Holy Grail], but what he didn't expect was that he saw it here again at this moment, not the cold dead body, but the real living.

Lawrence, who owns the Apocalypse, knows more than the new Pope and Watson. Countless conjectures are mixed together in his mind, but when he sees the blank gaze of the angel, all the confusion All disappeared.

  It was the scene that the epidemic doctor had seen before. At that time, he tried to touch the dead [Holy Grail], or...angel, he touched the taboo and saw the psychedelic heaven.

As her eyes met for a short time, Lawrence was captured by the illusion. The angel’s cold and merciless face gradually softened, and the soft eyes were as clear as a pool of water, like the most perfect woman in the world. She smiled at Lawrence, He stretched out his hand and gently stroked his face, humming a lullaby softly in his mouth.

The dagger cut Lawrence’s wrist. The intense pain made him free himself from the hallucinations, but it was too late. The beautiful woman was no longer there, and there was just a sculpture-like cold angel. It hugged Lawrence, and its wings closed in an instant, and Lawrence could not be seen from the outside world. He was completely wrapped.

There was a trembling sound. Thousands of blades were intertwined at this moment. The metals hit each other and split, the flesh and blood were ruthlessly shattered, the internal organs and bones were torn apart, and the scarlet blood flowed down the gaps in the wings. In an instant, a large pool of blood formed under the angel's feet.

It was like a weird meal, but soon the wriggling of the wings stopped, and the sharp dagger pierced from the angel’s back. The corpse that was strangled in an improper manner issued a final attack. The angel may also be a little uncomfortable. Understand why it can break free from the illusion, and why it can resist this terrible erosion.

   Immediately, a burning pain came from the wound. The dagger was also plated with holy silver. At this moment, it also suppressed the angel.

  The fierce howling wind surged, something was moving at high speed under the dome, and the angel had no time to defend. While it killed Lawrence, it also restrained itself.

  The blazing ghost accompanied like a shadow, and Seni Lotaire fell like a thunder with a spiked sword.

All this happened so quickly. From the angel’s killing of Lawrence to the new Pope’s pursuit, it was only an instant. The new Pope made the best decision, and the angels had no chance to resist. Among the wings of steel, there was incompleteness. The body broke out the last strength.

  It is the sad body that is weak, not Lawrence's will.

  The head was almost shattered by Iron Feather, but he still clenched the dagger tightly and twisted it vigorously. While shattering the angel's body, it was also accelerating the death of his own body.

The blazing sword light flickered, like a falling meteor. This sword slashed down the angel’s back, cutting off the flesh and blood, and at the same time it also slashed off most of its wings. The new pope was too hard, he knew the angel’s It's terrible, and I tried to kill it completely with this blow.

The force of swinging the sword was too strong. When the slash was halfway through, the nail sword was overwhelmed and shattered, but the new pope did not stop. He stepped forward and grabbed the longest broken blade, even if it was cut. I wanted to hold it tightly with my own palm, and then pierce it further into the angel's body.

   Losing the support of flesh and blood, most of the wings fell down, revealing the corpse that had been chopped into pieces, the blood flowing through was distorted, and the vague phantom stood in front of the angel.

  At the last moment, Lawrence abandoned this body, and the pain of split will was completely forgotten by it. At this moment, he only thought about how to defeat the angel in front of him.

  Now he is also a person who touches the taboo. The angels will keep chasing him, and there is no other way but to fight back.

  Lawrence lost his body, and Lawrence changed back to that nihilistic will. There was no vehicle for him to interfere in reality.

The new pope still clenched the sharp broken blade. He was behind the angel. Although he was not sure, after such a long battle, the new pope probably speculated that the structure of the angel was based on human beings, not so much. It is a human being, rather it is based on the existence of higher-order human beings.

  Similarly, it is not completely sacred, it also has human inferiorities.

  The broken blade stirred the flesh and blood, chopped up the ribs and continued forward until the new pope tore it open and broke the entire spine.

   Lost the support, the angel's upper body was pulled by the heavy wings and fell to the ground. Lawrence evacuated at this time. He also wanted to hide in the shadow like Watson, watching how the new pope should kill the angel.

  Wait...Where is Watson?

  Lawrence was shocked to discover at this moment that he had lost the trace of the woman. The ghostly guy who was hiding in the dark and watching all this was also at this moment a cold and rotten malicious eruption, as if some devil had broken out of the cage.

  I saw it, everyone saw it. A twisted path appeared in the air. It seemed that someone had passed by, and the residual influence was bringing up the cyclone that pulled the space, and there was a faint black arc in it.

  Lawrence couldn’t see the woman, but he could really recognize her existence, she was rushing, she was attacking...

  For a moment, Lawrence froze. He suddenly knew what the woman was going to do next. He couldn't help feeling terrible and crazy, but there was a strange temptation in it, tempting Lawrence to act like a woman.

  She invaded the angel in [Gap], she actually tried to invade that terrible and evil existence!

  But after the madness, Lawrence calmed down. Yes, the will controls the body, so what is hiding under that abominable body?

The new pope’s fatal blow completely suppressed the angel, but the angel’s counterattack continued. This weird existence could not be treated with common sense. Countless red lines of love extended from the flesh and blood, pulling it. The shattered body reorganized it, and the new pope tried to withdraw, but he was also entangled by the red thread and couldn't get out.

   He twisted his wrist strangely, piercing the spiral spike, and when he was about to hit the new pope, the angel suddenly stopped his movements, and then the indifferent and merciless face had the first emotional fluctuations.

  It suddenly looked into the void, and then the appearance of the woman became clear in its eyes. She stretched out her hand as if to touch its cheek.

"I reject."

The new pope’s face was pale, he couldn’t hear it wrong. The angel spoke. This was the first time the angel had communicated with humans. Then countless inscriptions lit up on the jade-like skin, they burned and glowed under the flesh and blood. , Built together as if a certain alchemy matrix.

  It was a familiar pattern. The new pope looked at the illuminated matrix and felt a sense of familiarity in his heart. It seemed that he had seen it somewhere...

  The Well of Sublimation.

  That is the inscription engraved inside the Well of Sublimation, and they sleep together here.

  The new pope didn’t know what those things were. For a while, he even felt that it was just a pattern used to decorate carvings, but what happened now warned him that it’s not that simple.

   Watson stretched out her hand with all her strength and tried to touch the angel's body. As long as she could "erode" and interfere with the angel, she could attack the will under the body and try to impact its [Gap].

  It was just a little bit close, so close but so far away. As the burning and bright matrix began to move, Watson felt a huge repulsive force. The angel was repelling himself, and it could actually resist the [Gap] invasion.

The hollow gaze seemed to be sane for a moment, and an unknown existence observed Watson with this body. Suddenly a shallow smile appeared on the stiff and indifferent face. Such an abnormal strangeness made Watson feel. There was a chill, and then the angel disintegrated.

  The flesh and blood are disintegrating, just like when it appeared out of thin air at the time. The "exchange" in alchemy progressed at this moment, the composition of flesh and blood was reversed, and the edges of the body began to ash and scattered into dust.

  It is not clear whether it did not want to be invaded by Watson, or if it gave up this pursuit, the angel's body dried up and returned to the dust.

  The new pope looked serious. He was not surprised by this ending. Every time after he repelled the angel, the angel would scatter dust, as if he did not want to be captured by the faded body.

The look is a bit complicated, looking at the emptiness of the ghost, the scattered ashes are distorted by her existence, and outlines the form of a woman. The new pope feels that the figure is a bit familiar and seems to have seen it somewhere, but he can't remember who it is. NS.

  He had seen all the angels' performance before. Under this weird situation, he had no fear at all, but was ecstatic. The new pope understood that he was closer to what he was looking for.

"How is this going?"

  The new pope asked the ghosts, but he didn't know if these ghosts would answer for himself.

   did not answer, the priest was cut into pieces of shredded flesh, and above the rotten flesh and blood, Lawrence was long gone. I don’t know when he left.

  Watson, after a long pause, looked at the new pope.

   "I seem to know you."

   Watson said.

  Before she became like this, she was numbered 016, a demon hunter of the Raphael faction.

   Before the new pope could say anything, Watson let out a burst of laughter, and the existence was continuously stripped away until it disappeared. In a blink of an eye, only the new pope remained in the stagnant temple, and the howlings came from the corner.

  He can survive the erosion of angels, but others cannot. The priests who work in the stagnant temple are alienated into demons and walk through this sacred palace, but the new pope is not in a hurry to deal with them now.

   picked up the broken nail sword, and the blood on it dried up with the angel's withering. He walked forward until he stopped by the dark well and looked at the deep darkness. He said nothing.

  (End of this chapter)